'Sounds...sound,” Cash said, trying to sound like he had an inkling of understanding. He gave a nod though and focused on what he could understand.
“Alright. Got cha, think of home. I can do that.” He still didn't sound like he had much confidence in the entire idea, but then again Cash wasn't that good of a liar. It didn't seem to matter much though, his input was of little value and he really had nothing to offer besides just smiling and nodding. When she spun and swelled up on him all of the sudden Cash instinctively flinched, though instead of bringing his hands up to his face he tightened them around hers. Wait, how did they get there? They weren't suppose to be there, for a moment he honesty thought it was his doing, though her chanting caught his attention before the idea could go too far.
“There's no place like home,” He muttered, furrowing his brow as he attempted to focus and project a mental image of his apartment. The process of actively thinking about a specific thing was harder than he anticipated, especially with her glowing and muttering and...well...the glowing part was the most distracting part. Though her touch was also just a little bit distracting, too gentle and surprisingly soft, or at least softer than he expected. What did he expect from this hard ass? To be made of stone? His mind began to wander once more though as quickly as she started to stagger and fall into him was more than enough to bring him back around. He met her look with one of his own, concern etched perfectly over his features. His hands tightened on her by instinct alone, tightening as he felt the undeniable pull of someone needing to be held in an all too intimate fashion. Then she gasped his name, made that sound in the back of her throat that was a gasp and continued to speak. He'd heard it before, usually online by someone totally faking it, but when she said it he couldn't help but tighten his grip further and feel a radiant flush take him over. His lips parted and he fully intended to say something, not that he had any clue what he would say in this moment. His thoughts were everywhere, here and now, all over her, only sparingly focused on what he was suppose to be thinking about.
When she barked Cash snapped, a familiar sensation taking over him. He could relate with that tone, it was far more similar to the one she had been using all night already. “Alright!” He barked back, glaring at her in a vain attempt to assert some control. “I'm thinkin', for fuck's sake!”
Cash closed his eyes and clenched his body entirely, the muscles in his limbs tensing up along with his hands that clutched desperately at her own. He wasn't sure what to do other than think, though when he thought of home it wasn't the two bedroom apartment complex he shared with Ashley Higgins, a girl that pretty in a dumpy kind of way, but more so the place he fondly remembered as 'home'. Home was a red trailer with a screen door in a nondescript trailer park, with a fat man in a Hawaiian shirt (unbuttoned of course) that looked like a cheap knock off of Captain Lou Albano. Besides the wide and welcoming smile the only thing of note was the complex patterns of tattoos that seemed to cover every inch of flesh that could be seen, very similar to Cash himself. That was where all the power came from, that impressive source of arcane energies didn't actually come from within as it did for most practitioners of magic. Most forms utilized some what of taping that energy, which relied on at least a basic understanding of the force that one was tampering with. This, the intricate lines of the tattoos acted more like a lattice work to bind the energy from an outside force, sucking it up and storing it much like a battery. Each separate tattoo, while unique in its own right, was connected with intermingling lines of arcane script, creating a link, a circuit for the trapped energies. All Cash had to do was focus on one particular tattoo, which could involve simply touching it or mentally focusing upon it to bring out the desired effect. Each tattoo was tied to a separate and unique effect, in essence a specific spell tattooed right into his skin. It was utterly worthless to anyone that didn't have some way of tapping the energy and releasing it, much as Bernadette was all too quick to learn.
“Alright. Got cha, think of home. I can do that.” He still didn't sound like he had much confidence in the entire idea, but then again Cash wasn't that good of a liar. It didn't seem to matter much though, his input was of little value and he really had nothing to offer besides just smiling and nodding. When she spun and swelled up on him all of the sudden Cash instinctively flinched, though instead of bringing his hands up to his face he tightened them around hers. Wait, how did they get there? They weren't suppose to be there, for a moment he honesty thought it was his doing, though her chanting caught his attention before the idea could go too far.
“There's no place like home,” He muttered, furrowing his brow as he attempted to focus and project a mental image of his apartment. The process of actively thinking about a specific thing was harder than he anticipated, especially with her glowing and muttering and...well...the glowing part was the most distracting part. Though her touch was also just a little bit distracting, too gentle and surprisingly soft, or at least softer than he expected. What did he expect from this hard ass? To be made of stone? His mind began to wander once more though as quickly as she started to stagger and fall into him was more than enough to bring him back around. He met her look with one of his own, concern etched perfectly over his features. His hands tightened on her by instinct alone, tightening as he felt the undeniable pull of someone needing to be held in an all too intimate fashion. Then she gasped his name, made that sound in the back of her throat that was a gasp and continued to speak. He'd heard it before, usually online by someone totally faking it, but when she said it he couldn't help but tighten his grip further and feel a radiant flush take him over. His lips parted and he fully intended to say something, not that he had any clue what he would say in this moment. His thoughts were everywhere, here and now, all over her, only sparingly focused on what he was suppose to be thinking about.
When she barked Cash snapped, a familiar sensation taking over him. He could relate with that tone, it was far more similar to the one she had been using all night already. “Alright!” He barked back, glaring at her in a vain attempt to assert some control. “I'm thinkin', for fuck's sake!”
Cash closed his eyes and clenched his body entirely, the muscles in his limbs tensing up along with his hands that clutched desperately at her own. He wasn't sure what to do other than think, though when he thought of home it wasn't the two bedroom apartment complex he shared with Ashley Higgins, a girl that pretty in a dumpy kind of way, but more so the place he fondly remembered as 'home'. Home was a red trailer with a screen door in a nondescript trailer park, with a fat man in a Hawaiian shirt (unbuttoned of course) that looked like a cheap knock off of Captain Lou Albano. Besides the wide and welcoming smile the only thing of note was the complex patterns of tattoos that seemed to cover every inch of flesh that could be seen, very similar to Cash himself. That was where all the power came from, that impressive source of arcane energies didn't actually come from within as it did for most practitioners of magic. Most forms utilized some what of taping that energy, which relied on at least a basic understanding of the force that one was tampering with. This, the intricate lines of the tattoos acted more like a lattice work to bind the energy from an outside force, sucking it up and storing it much like a battery. Each separate tattoo, while unique in its own right, was connected with intermingling lines of arcane script, creating a link, a circuit for the trapped energies. All Cash had to do was focus on one particular tattoo, which could involve simply touching it or mentally focusing upon it to bring out the desired effect. Each tattoo was tied to a separate and unique effect, in essence a specific spell tattooed right into his skin. It was utterly worthless to anyone that didn't have some way of tapping the energy and releasing it, much as Bernadette was all too quick to learn.